I tried to convince dad last night that he should name his tumors. Really? Like what?? I said like SOB1, POS, SOL, etc....I thought it was funny. and I wasn't joking either. He didn't think it was that funny. But it was also 3 in the morning. I don't think anything could have been funny to him then.
Yesterday's events and progress include:
- checking out a new hotel for dad's 3 weeks stay
- checking INTO that hotel
- all meds sorted
- packed from old hotel, unpacked into new hotel
- bought dad a belt for his chemo contraption
- did a load of laundry
- programmed numbers into his cell phone
- Here's the BIG one: Got dad a lap top computer! (this is SO exciting especially considering it took him forever to get a microwave, color TV, and VCR...)
- Did the set up of the new PC
- Loaded Norton, Word, Excel
- Provided shortcuts to these, and Internet <-- 2 am
- blah blah blah
- this is where I started making jokes that apparently weren't funny
- For the record- I still think they're funny
Dad seems well. No major side effects from the chemo yet. Here's some clarification though about his cancer: Originally thought to be Giant Cell tumor of the bone. But it's not. It's Giant Cell Sarcoma which they tell me is different. It has metastasized to his lungs. 4 masses on the left lung. They are confident that it is the same cancer, and that it started in the wrist.
Okie doke. I need some pancakes and then I'm outta here. (Back in 3 weeks to see dad through next chemo and then bring him home....)
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